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I went through our community course catalog today and decided what I'll be taking this spring.

Adoption Basics -- I hope we will be well on our way to hustling a baby by the end of this year. Sooner than later, I hope to find a T-shirt that says "Ask me about my infertility."

Introduction to Reiki -- I really don't even know what it is, but I love New Age holistic healing stuff. And I think I have some healing power in my hands.

Drawing with pastels, charcoal, and colored pencils -- I'm pretty excited about this one because I'm also getting a little into art journaling.

Speaking of art journaling, I bought this neat little thing at the bookstore last night:I've gathered all of the creativity books I've been getting lately, and I may just lie down with them stacked all around me.

I'm attuned Reiki level 2 and qualified for ART and Master classes if I would like to take them ... in case you have questions, I can probably answer them.

Last year was my learn to crochet, Reiki level 2 and learn German year. This year I think I'll go for my CBAP certification...maybe more Reiki, who knows. Best of luck in your education goals (and everything else)

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